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Fans Wax Lyrical

I was idly watching the Sunday go by when for no apparent reason I remembered some fun fan poetry that I meant to post in a separate post long ago. Maybe today is the day, with nothing else happening? I really think you will have fun with some of this. And it goes to prove the point that it is well worth reading comment strands on posts. There are true gems to be found in there, honest.

So, we were going about our business on the comment thread of one of my *ooof*s over on me+r when inspiration struck and Kathy Jones started waxing lyrical. The context was an imagined male underwear collection called “The Line of Durin”, modelled by the Durin boys. And Kathy came out with this gem:

Before you scream murder and “language”!!! Yes, the rudeness of foreign language exclusivity was already addressed back then, and yours truly very inadequately translated Hedgehogess’s masterpiece into English:

In the interest of keeping Guylty grounded no English translation has been provided. Well, I’ll give you the last two verses, because they are evocative:

Richard, Lucas, Thorin, Guy …Ooof! thud Oh my, oh my.

*ggg*

You must agree with me that this is pretty potent stuff. And that we have some poets amongst our select group of RA well-wishers. I wonder whether we could commission them to write a proper ode to RA or something like that? And what would we have to do in return??? In any case, how lovely to see creativity break out in the unlikeliest of places.

Maybe you feel inspired by Hedgehogess and Kathy Jones yourself? A little love-letter to ‘yer man’? You know, his birthday is coming up soon. Have you sent him your best wishes yet? Or consoled him for adding yet another year to his load? Or just congratulated him on his fabulous run as John Proctor? When I was in London two weeks ago, I posted a letter for an American friend. Here is an extremely rare sighting of Guylty, dropping the letter in the mail. She usually makes sure not to be caught on camera, for obvious reasons (careful, Guylty Proboscis in sharp profile):

Oh, and in case you don’t know how to address your letter, just click on this and you’ll see.

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90 thoughts on “Fans Wax Lyrical”

Bwahahahahah!!! I’m totally unable to do a rhyme to save my dear life, but the idea is too good not to go on! So go go go you RA poetesses, express your admiration for the man to celebrate his birthday (any clear reference to the actual age best be avoided… you know he’s still a 6 years old).
And in that very nice pics of you I noticed a beautful necklace! Love it 😉

Man, it’s times like these that I wish I would have paid more attention in my “German for Research” class! I have to admit that I’m in awe of poets and lyricists. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but if I sit down to try and write a little rhyme, or even a haiku, my mind goes completely blank. Keep it coming fan poets 🙂

BTW…I couldn’t help but notice what lovely skin the personal postage agent has! (I also love her pendant.).

Love poetry myself, and yeah, shame on you because German is the language of poets and thinkers (or so a well-known German adage goes…) Nah. But anyway, I wish I could do it woth the ease of those two ladies!
As for personal postage agent – good genes are everything *ggg*. And the pendant is so identifiable that my cover will be blown if any of my RL friends sees this *ggg*

It’s always bothered me that my German ancestors didn’t preserve the “mother tongue” when they emigrated, but I guess that in the mid 19th century, assimilation was prioritized over preservation as language went.

Germans tend to be pretty good at assimilation, anyway… We try to ignore our roots as much as possible. At least nowadays…
Damn – no covert fangirling for Guylty.
BTW, I am disappointed no one has commented on the thumb shots :-D. And I took such great care with that.

There is a Pandora Thorin????????????? Where? Must-have-immediately! And then, after that, I want a Guy, and a Lucas, and a Harry and a… OTOH, I could just buy myself an R and an A. They could join the C and the T for my children’s names…

Aaaand you should have told your readers that the poem about you is about your much-admired professional stance when you explain to us all the details in photographs and photographers’ work. – Well, “professional stance” until Guy comes along. But who could blame you?! 😉

Sorry, yes, I misrepresented that :-). There was no competition involved, just playful teasing.
And I love your interpretation of me, obviously, but modesty forbade any further comment *ggg*. As you said, I was already distracted by Guy’s appearance (in front of my mind’s eye)…
Ficlet inspiration? Bring-it-on!!!!!

Guy only understands the language of the knife (he has no concept of shooting and blowing up, yet). Mr Guylty, however, has been subjected to my wrath (and keeps all kitchen utensils under lock and key).

I had forgotten about those poems. It feels like my birthday, imaging being restrained on a fur covered bed by Thorin showing me he is a man? Are you kidding, my pulse is racing at the thought. Hedgehogess is very kind to put me in bed with Thorin. What a treat.

Birthday Thoughts

How will dear Richard, celebrate his special day?
Will he have time, while being in a play?
Maybe with a candle in a cupcake or two,
Or a big dish of chocolate ice cream would do.
What will he be thinking,behind his baby blues,
Does his beard itch, or have his socks lost his shoes?
As he moves quickly down the eager line,
His icy eyes say, “You are forever mine.”
You shiver under his azure gaze,
And your surroundings dissolve into haze.
The crowd has left, alone you wait for him.
He is forever grateful, for teaching him to swim.

You think right. The poem was really a birthday present to all us fangirls, in disguise. We all like wet Richard. And we would also like some eye contact if we are lucky enough to be in the stage door line

I came up with this when we first became acquainted with Richard’s beard at the Media Conference during the time when Peter J was ill and we were introduced to all the dwarves. I did post this somewhere at the time but I reiterate my apologies to Robert Burns, Scotland’s National Poet!

Ode to a Beard.

See yon brown beard that grows so fine,
Could we but with our hands entwine
Those silken strands.

Alas, for us ’tis but a dream,
There’s lands and oceans in between,
But hope still stands!

I totally surprised myself at the time as I had never written anything like it before. The fact that the words seem to flow so easily amazed me too. Must have been Richard’s influence! 😉 I hope you don’t mind me posting it here.

Yes yes yes! (Although I am of the no-beard-camp.) More poetry. Great. I think I’ll have to write another post tomorrow to include the latest submissions. I hate for them to sit unnoticed in the comments… Great stuff, Teuchter! More!?

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